'Tis a sad day at Castle Vyzor for two reasons. First, neither Poor Brother Rupert nor Willy Whats-His-Name made it out of the Vaults alive. Second, no one scored any treasure, and no one had the spare cash to carouse. All anyone knows right now is that the party went in via the Verdant Vault, and the survivors exited via the Azure Tower, covered in blood and gore and apparently psychologically scarred for life.

"Man, is there anything Jeff CAN'T do when it comes to gaming? This guy is like a critical 20 every roll. Jeff can bite the heads offa five game geeks, including their sorry-ass DM, and spit 'em into a large duffel bag ONE AT A TIME!...that's just the kind of messed up bastard he is! You think yer a gamer, punk? Well..do ya? Jeff will depants your weasel-ass right in front of your grandma."